His Place

As I walked down the aisle An abyss of confusion built in me A sense of emptiness overcome my heart And a desperate feeling ran through my mind But who could bring together The fragments of my heart? I sat on the front bench Looking at the great man Leaning on a piece of wood Stretching out His hands without tire And I wondered why He chose such a desperate position In such a spacey room. Suddenly I took a book next to me And ran through Mark But my heart beat faster A sweat drop ran down my temple And a tear dropped down my cheek For I understood that He was there To take the load off my neck And guilt off my heart Because I was desperate. I looked at the nailed man again And felt like a walking corpse Awaiting its second death And when I looked behind I saw a man in white Eagerly waiting for my next step. Before I could leave I took one final glance at the man And bent low in His honor For I had known why He had neglected the luxurious benches To live in such a lowly site; I felt better than before For this is how He wanted His place to be.